Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from China and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Can,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Wire,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.